You didn’t call, Sis. I was a fool to keep some hope, to imagine that you would think of me only for this time and leave your pride behind. I was a fool to dream with the day when you would put me first in your priority list. Candles in the chocolate cake, balloons all around, messages in the cell phone and people calling one after the other. And you didn’t come, you didn’t call me, and worse than this is to say that I hardly believe that you remembered it at least.